Midnight Bookstore

Zhou Ze stood up and was about to stop the girl.

However, at that moment, he realized that the mall was filled with black footprints. It was not just the girl from before, but the other customers, the salesperson, and everyone else's shoes seemed to be coated with a layer of black grease. Every step left clear footprints.

This was something that Zhou Ze did not expect. Could it be that everyone in this mall was a ghost?

Even if it was a ghost market, it could not be so exaggerated.

The last time Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang had seen Madam Bai's banquet, there were only a few tables of people playing around. It was far from being as grand as it was now. After all, Madam Bai had cultivated for 200 years and even had her own temple halfway through.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy.

Zhou Ze felt like he was on a merry-go-round in an amus.e.m.e.nt park.

Everything around him seemed so unreal, so strange and strange.

You can't tell what's fake and what's real.

He could only look around in a daze.

He remembered that not long ago, Xu Qinglang had experienced the same thing. Then, he suddenly rushed toward the road. If he had not kicked him, he would have been knocked away by the car.

Right now, that feeling was attacking him.

That guy…

Were they planning to attack him?

As a ghost, it did not seem right for him to be attacked by the ghost that he was chasing. The worst thing was that Zhou Ze did not know how to fight back.

He had been stuck in the habitual belief that he could use his nails to catch ghosts, and this time, even his nails could not help him.

He stumbled as he sat on the ground. Zhou Ze seemed to see someone handing him some change.

He heard someone say to him, "This is the eight yuan I got."

Then…

The girl's head in front of her began to turn blurry. Everything in her line of sight seemed to be covered by a layer of paste, making her feel nauseous and dizzy.

It was as if he had returned to the road to h.e.l.l, walking on tiptoe with the crowd.

Buddha said, "All living beings are alike."

But on the road to h.e.l.l, there was only one form.

Zhou Ze realized that he could not even breathe, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed his neck. He lowered his head and coughed hard. He wanted to scream, but he could not.

This was a feeling that made life feel like years. It was also a kind of torture that was applied to one's spirit. Earlier, Xu Qinglang had easily collapsed inside, and now, Zhou Ze was also trapped inside.

Zhou Ze felt that he should do something, but at this moment, he could do nothing but pa.s.sively endure everything.

Pain.

Suppression.

Asphyxiation.

Torment after torture, las.h.i.+ng at your soul.

"Sir, sir, what's wrong?"

The girl handed the change to Zhou Ze, but she suddenly realized that the man's eyes had turned cloudy, like he was in pain.

The girl's first reaction was that the man was trying to scam her. After drinking the water from her supermarket, she immediately felt uncomfortable.

However, after looking at it for a while, it did not look like it. The man looked like he was really in pain.

"Sir, do you want me to call 120 for you?" the girl asked.

However, the man in front of her reached out and pushed her to the ground. Then he staggered to his feet and ran out.

The girl wanted to call the police or the ambulance because she thought the man's condition was unstable, but in the end, with the mindset that it was better to avoid trouble, she did not take out the phone.

Everything around him was like a mirror made of water. It reflected all kinds of colors. Some light shone in, but it did not give people warmth, but it added to their frustration.

Zhou Ze did not know where he was going or what he was doing. He was even mentally prepared that he might have walked onto the road like Xu Qinglang and was waiting for a car to knock him away.

He could only resist pa.s.sively. He did not know where he was or where he was, but he resisted the urge to give up.

Clang…

There was a sound.

Zhou Ze

The scenery around them was beautiful, and the surroundings were beautiful.

However, it did not feel comfortable at all.

This place was more like a cage, and people instinctively wanted to escape from it.

Cheers and laughter could be heard from the surroundings. In the surroundings, there seemed to be a group of orioles and swallows dancing. In the distance, there was even incense burning, as if there were countless people wors.h.i.+ping the Spiritual Pedestal.

All sorts of images kept appearing in Zhou Ze's mind, squeezing his nerves bit by bit. Any one of them could be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Finally, the scene froze.

Zhou Ze found himself standing in front of a familiar courtyard.

There was an orphanage sign on it.

Before him, a couple was leaving a stroller there. They seemed to be preparing to leave.

When Zhou Ze grew up, he asked the director about his birth. In reality, the director would not hide it from the children when they grew up. He told Zhou Ze that he was abandoned by his parents.

From then on, Zhou Ze never thought about looking for his biological parents again. He only thought that his parents were dead and that he no longer needed them in his life.

However, at this moment…

Zhou Ze suddenly had a premonition.

The couple in front should be her parents.

And the child in the stroller…

It should be him.

He subconsciously lifted his leg.

He wanted to run over.

He wanted to see what his parents looked like. He might even ask them why they abandoned him.

But this kick only raised his head.

It did not fall.

Zhou Ze looked conflicted.

He instinctively sensed something. The moment his foot landed, it was the abyss!

Everything that was beautiful finally froze into the scene before him. This was a pie with poison. This was a trap that the hunter had arranged, waiting for the prey to take the first step.

At the edge of the rooftop of the building.

Zhou Ze, who was already standing on the wall, was on the verge of collapsing. He subconsciously leaned forward again and again as if he was about to fall, but he adjusted his center of gravity again and again.

He was struggling.

He was resisting.

His life was hanging by a thread.

On one side of the rooftop stood a headless woman.

The woman was no longer wearing a yellow sweater, but a green robe. The style was old, and there were many tears around her. However, the woman stood there coldly, facing Zhou Ze who looked like he was about to fall.

On the rooftop, there was a third person, a priest.

It was a pity that Zhou Ze could not open his eyes at this moment. Otherwise, he would definitely recognize that this priest had just met him not long ago.

At Miss Liu's funeral, the priest did not say anything other than handing him a cigarette.

Even when faced with the two families' weird and cold dinner parties, the priest only stood by the side and watched silently, like he was admiring a painting.

The priest looked at Zhou Ze and the headless woman.

He shook his head.

He said to the headless woman,

"G.o.ddess Qing Yi, he's a ghost soldier."

This was a reminder.

It reminded him of the headless woman's ident.i.ty.

However, this reminder was like adding fuel to the fire.

The priest didn't feel the need to add fuel to the fire. "If he was killed by you, it would trigger a reaction from h.e.l.l."

The headless woman suddenly turned around and faced Father.

The priest smiled and said,

"However, he is only a temporary ghost. Even if he is gone, he will be gone.

At this time, anyone who dared to disturb the Empress's mood would not have a good ending.

And the Empress herself did nothing wrong. "

The headless woman turned around and continued to face Zhou Ze. She seemed to have let go of this annoying priest.

The priest stood there, continuing to act as watcher. This seemed to be one of his favorite roles.

He knew the ident.i.ty of this headless woman. In fact, he was surprised that this ghost soldier, who he had met once before, did not realize the woman's ident.i.ty immediately.

How unprofessional was he?

She was not a ghost.

She was not someone you could control.

Yet you stare at her, chase her,

In the end,

He had angered her.

Women were very vengeful.

Especially the person in front of him.

A woman whose days were numbered.

The priest looked behind him. The building was tall and had a good view. He could see a construction site in the distance. It was undergoing demolition. Dust was flying everywhere.

The most direct memory left by an era was actually building. The upgrade of the city was undoubtedly a process of erasing many of the past.

She turned around.

She looked at Zhou Ze, who was still standing at the edge, swaying back and forth.

The priest was surprised.

This temporary errand boy could really hold on.

Even if it was him, he probably would not have lasted that long.

But at this moment…

The priest suddenly saw that Zhou Ze's fingernails were slowly melting, but the melted juice did not drip down but flowed back into his body.

At this moment, Zhou Ze's skin gradually began to show a bronze l.u.s.ter. This was not the bronze color created by sunlight and fitness, but a kind of mixed with

Darkness,

Curse,

Cold.

The colors of many negative existences.

At the same time, the priest noticed that green light was slowly being released from Zhou Ze's tightly shut eyes, like a ferocious beast that was originally hibernating.

At this moment…

Gradually, he was stimulated enough to wake up.

At the corner of Zhou Ze's mouth, two fangs gradually seeped out.

Bai Yingying had always been curious about one thing. After all, she was a zombie that had been sleeping for two hundred years. Why was she being beaten up by Zhou Ze's nails?

In front of him…

The priest gave her an answer in disbelief.

His lips twitched.

He said,

"Zombies!"